Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, I am just having fun with their world. Mostly written from G1. Slash and mpreg. If you don't like, please don't read. Some characters that appear will be my original characters.
In Iacon, there were many classes of bots. Most of the top level were Nobles, Prime, Princes, or Gladiators. The lowest level were the pleasure bots. Although a bot was able to move from one class to another, it was not easy in the least. Most bots remained in the class that they were sparked into.
Orion had been sparked into the pleasure bot class, as a sparkling from another pleasure bot who had accidentally gotten sparked one night while drunk on highgrade. Orion didn't remember his mother at all, as Orion had been abandoned on the at a very young age. He watched the bots around him, who happened to be pleasure bots and he learned form them.
He quickly learned how to pleasure both mech and femme bots using any orifice. He also knew how charm other bots so that he could earn his keep. Orion also learned that unlike those around him, he could ask for more than credits – he could ask for things he needed until the next bot came along. He grew into a very hot looking pleasure bot who was used often by upper class bots as Orion knew just how to pleasure any bot that came to him and he never forgot the likes of his loyal customers. IF he had not been sparked to the pleasure bot, Orion was intelligent enough to do almost anything and he was soft spoken as well.
However, this night, as Orion stood at his earned and special post, a new and nasty gladiator approached. Orion didn't like the look on the bot's faceplates, but a potential customer was a potential customer and was not to be turned down. Orion smiled his best and moved in the most sensual way, hoping to attract the mech, unaware the gladiator had come down here specifically for this bot, in hopes of using this bot in a very dirty way.
"Hey handsome" Orion said, adding just the right touch to lure the bot in, "Interested in anything you see?"
The gladiator, named Hellion, grinned evilly. "Perhaps" he said in a grovelly voice, feeling up the pleasure bot.
Orion moaned softly, seeming to know this bot liked bots who were submissive. "What do you want, my big strong mech?" Orion asked, mewling at the touches, even though they were rough.
"Oh…I'm gonna frag you senseless and you are going to let me" The bot said, sounding somewhat evil.
"You gonna give me energon in return, baby?" Orion asked, needing energy.
"Oh…you'll get energon….and something else…now SPREAD "EM" The gladiator demanded. Orion did as asked, as a deal was a deal, even if it meant being treated like this. Hellion rode the pleasure bot like there was no tomorrow and then did the last thing Orion would have wanted … a forced spark merging. No, the pair would not bond, but Orion would be carrying sparklings for the brute, though Orion didn't know that at the time.
After the merge and Hellion had overloaded, Hellion backed off before throwing the smallest possible container of regular energon to the pleasure bot. Hellion laughed as he walked away. Orion waited to pick up the payment until the bot was gone. This had been a painful experience, but Orion knew this was his lot in life. HE hurried home, hoping that the regular energon would be enough to keep him until his next customer.
Night after night, Orion went out to serve as a pleasure bot. He wasn't the best for no reason. He was the best because he earned it. Many others were jealous of him, but they had learned the hard way to steer clear of him, as many upper-class bots would severely punish pleasure bots who harmed Orion.
Weeks later, Orion wasn't feeling so good. He brought a few credits that he had earned and his talents and hoped that the medic would check him out. The old medic was a kind bot, but the younger of the two medic bots could be kind but could also be a hard ass. Orion could only hope he got the older medic.
Orion's luck didn't hold out, and he got the young medic, a bot named Ratchet or something like that, who was being trained by the older medic. "Please, sir, I only have a few credits and my talents. I…I hope you will see me and find out why I am so sick" Orion said, unaware Ratchet wasn't always a hard ass on bots like the pleasure bot.
"What are your symptoms?" Ratchet asked, his voice a bit sharp. Orion told the medic hesitantly, fearful that the medic would throw a wrench at the bot. Ratchet slightly groaned before scanning the mech. "You are sparked…. with Twins" Ratchet said. Orion passed out, as that was not the news he expected. He had hoped that the spark merge had failed, but it was not to be. Plus, both Ratchet and Orion knew it was extremely rare for a pleasure bot to carry more than one sparkling at a time. This made things all the more precarious.
When Orion came back around, he found the young medic hanging a drip to the pleasure bot and something else. "What…what is that?"
"I am scanning you for viruses and I am giving you much needed energon"
"But…But" Orion tried to say
"But nothing…dad wouldn't let me allow you to go without doing this" ratchet said, indicating the older mech was Ratchet's father.
"I have nothing to offer…except pleasure"
"No…. this is on the house" Ratchet said. And once the program and drip were done, Orion was discharged from the only med bay that pleasure bots actually were treated at, as many other med bays turned pleasure bots awy. He ran quickly away; fearful the generosity would be revoked.
Back at his small homelike area, Orion finally sat down and processed things. He was a pleasure bot and his was now carrying, which he knew was dangerous. He had seen many sparked pleasure bots slaughtered. Orion could only pray that Primus would spare both Orion and his little ones. Little did that if he lived to spark them, the gladiator would return and try to steal them.
